When does science end. . . and love begin?
Vaelteuria is a planet in the Andromeda Galaxy which is a thousand times advanced in technology than our own, where science rules over the lives of its people—even over their emotions.
Its Forefathers had created the perfect life system through a rare and supreme genetic code, the InceptOne. This enabled Vaelteurians to stop aging at age twenty, living a disease-free existence until the age of one hundred twenty-five, when they die peacefully in their sleep.
The InceptOne also established a perfect genetic match for each of its inhabitant, prescribing a lifemate for each Vaelteurian.
When a key element of InceptOne was stolen, its thief traced to Earth, a quest was ordered by King Reginald to find it.
Mavis, a neophyte but excellent soldier, is taken to task where all the others have failed, including her father.
But an unexpected obstacle in the person of a genius yet sickly human named Tristan distracts her from her mission and threatens to bring her to failure.
Will she be able to find the Octad disk before time runs out for her planet? Or will she discover another thing entirely. . . such as her true nature. . . her true purpose. . . her kismet?
Finding Kismet is a journey of royal intrigues, betrayal, murder, and outstanding scientific discoveries, intertwined into and manipulated by the hands of destiny, spanning a thousand years and taking place in two planets.
SIXTY YEARS AGO : PLANET VAELTEURIA
His right palm hovered unsteadily above the large, octagon-shaped button embedded in the slick, silver horizontal surface before him.
The Red button.
Red, the color of fire.
Fire, which can spread fast and wide in a terrifying cascade in no time at all.
Red Fire, destructive, devastating, wrecking everything and everyone in its path.
But he already knew that.
Over the years, his sharp mind had weighed all the pros and cons. Back and forth, backward and forward, he had thought of every possible consequence, every little detail, each conceivable repercussion that may result from this one single act of. . . what? Insanity? Stupidity?
He could not press the button. He could let matters be. He could allow everything to stay the way it was now, and no one will be the wiser. After all, it would take another thousand years before the disks will be fully emptied to the last drop.
But his conscience, pure and moral, furiously fought against this attitude of apathy which had consumed each and every Vaelteurian of this position before him.
This pure and moral conscience of his had burdened him ever since he stumbled upon the truth, its small yet persistent voice echoing loudly in his ears, a constant companion even in his solitude, a tormenting visitor in his dreams.
How could he not not press the button?
There really was no other choice.
His palm pressed down firmly on it.
In an instant, the thick, impenetrable walls vibrated around him. Outside, he knew with certainty that the distinct, deafening alarm had been heard above the din of the festivities’ thumping music and thundering drums, its horrifying message understood and clearly written in each and every terrified adult Vaelteurian’s face.
In a matter of seconds, the Tracker will chase and pursue the signal, determining where the quest would begin. In minutes, the Military will come and request to convene with the Imperium to await his decision.
He leaned back on his seat, closing his eyes painfully. “So it begins,” he murmured.
But in truth, it had already begun. A thousand years ago.
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